When I went alone for a tryst at night, the birds did not chirp, the wind did not blow, and the houses on both sides of the street stood silently.
It's my own anklet that gets louder and louder as I walk, which makes me shy.
When I stood on the balcony and listened to his footsteps, the leaves did not shake and the river remained as still as the sword in the lap of a sleeping sentinel.
It's my own heart that's beating so fast, and I don't know how to calm it down.
When my love comes, sit next to me, when my body trembles, my eyelashes droop, the night gets deeper, the wind blows out the lights, and the clouds drag the gauze on the stars.
It is the treasure on my own chest that shines brightly. I don't know how to cover it up.